Welcome to the 2017 Blogging A-to-Z Challenge! I’ll be blogging my way through the alphabet the entire month of April, taking a break on Sundays, for a total of 26 posts! This year I am writing short stories based on a word that starts with the letter of the alphabet. The 26 fictional stories are not related to one another. This is a chance for me to exercise my imagination and explore creative writing which I have not done since college. Learn more about the blogging challenge HERE!
The theme for today’s story is Damask.
A rumbling in the distance warned Siobhan that it was time. She stood up, a bit too quickly, and gripped the window sill to steady herself. Her feet carried her to the door and she knocked once waiting for it to open. Eventually, a guard opened it and she informed him she was going to sleep for the night and was not to be disturbed. He nodded his chin in acknowledgment and locked the door. She could hear his footsteps growing fainter as he went down the stairs probably in search of a drink and some dinner.
Her hands smoothed her skirt. This was the last time she would ever wear it and a pang of sadness pierced her chest. Looking up and around the room her eyes swept over all of her trinkets. She said a silent goodbye to it all and busied herself with changing. Yesterday, Liam had hidden riding gear and a week’s worth of food in the very back of her cupboard. He had almost been caught by the guards outside her door when they demanded to see the contents of the basket he carried it in. Luckily, Liam was quick on his feet and bluffed to the guards that he was delivering “ladies’ necessities”. Their attitudes changed and they shooed him into her rooms afraid to catch some sort of disease from whatever mystery items he was delivering to Siobhan.
Everything fit her perfectly. She laced up her riding boots, tied her cloak around her neck, and adjust her knapsack on her shoulder. The reflection in her mirror was that of a short and slim boy. After all this time, she was glad she did not have a more womanly figure. It would have made escaping and the upcoming travel much more difficult. The only thing left to do was to cut her long braid. The silken brown hair trailed well past her waist and was a clear indicator of her femaleness. She picked up the scissors and hesitated, looking one last time in the mirror. With one swift motion she cut the braid at the nape of her neck. As her hand fell towards the ground with the weight of the hair, her head felt instantly lighter and lifted slightly towards the ceiling. Siobhan moved her head side to side unencumbered by her beautiful locks. She bundled up the braid and hid it in her sewing basket hoping it would go unnoticed and pass as a skein of yarn. If her disguise as a squire was going to work she would need people to think she was a princess for as long as possible.
The rumbling was much closer this time. The explosion would happen any minute and she would need to time her escape in conjunction with the confusion. In her final moments in the castle, her home, Siobhan grabbed the scissors and cut a small square from her blue damask skirt and tucked it into her pocket. This would be a small and beautiful reminder of her sister, Maria. This skirt had been their summer project, a symbol of the last happy memories they shared together before Maria was kidnapped and the war began.
BOOM! Siobhan was thrown to the ground. She scrambled to her window and glanced down into the darkness hoping Liam was waiting for her at the bottom. Fires were breaking out and people were yelling. There was panic in the streets.
Her ears heard a tiny bird singing its song and she knew he had made it safely to her. She took a deep breath, swung her feet over the ledge, and began the tedious journey to her freedom.
And with this post that makes four down and 22 more to go! Thank you for reading my short story. What did you think? If you are here with the Blogging A-to-Z Challenge, please leave a comment below because I would love to check out your posts!
P.S. Check out my other short stories HERE!